Cooking plus Service equals Music

Most recently I have found myself mercilessly domesticated and cooking .. a lot.  As in breakfast lunch and dinner for me and mine.  I am delighted to say that for some reason unknown to my naked eye, I am ecstatically delighted about this.  Who knew?  Who knew that the thinking about, the planning, the preparing, the coking and the serving would bring my Spirit such delight.

Since Monday 10/26/09 I have been starting at least one song a day.   Yes, at least one song starter a day.  Up until today I had been blessed with at least a melodic hook and lyric.  Today after drawing a few blanks, enough to twitter about it, I made a simple breakfast.  Apples sliced and yogurt.  I arranged this meal on a plate and before I knew it, 3 rhythm based melodies emerged one after another.  No lyrics, just the rhythm and the melodic baseline.  Could there be  correlation between the serving and the receiving of melodic content from the big downloader in the Sky?

Well, I’ve learned to leave the pondering of such BIG questions to those more equipped with time and space to pursue the answer.  My job now is to harness the newfound source of energy and dive een more into the delights of cooking for me and mine and serving the delicious melody infused delights to … whomever’s coming to dinner.

Tonight’s dinner consisted of artichokes still steaming and whole grain pasta stir fried with porcini mushrooms, peas, sundried tomatoes, olive oil and a few cooked shrimp.

No we are off to finally see Michael Jackson’s This Is It.  I think for now this really Is it.  Cooking + Service = Music.

Blessings 🙂

Nkechi

The One One

One.  The One.  A One.  One of the Ones.  One One.  I just found the One One that seems to snap all other Ones into perfect place.  The Other Ones are The One Song, The One Guitar, The One Musical, The One Studio, The One Outfit, The One Pad to call home, and/or the One Place to Be in the midst of  LOTS of options.  The One One that lights up all other ones.  The One Love.  My One Love. A bit trite, but searching and yes to my amazement finding One Love.  I’ve recognized that lately, that much to my amusement, I am on an deliciously synchronistic string of amazing occurrences resulting in an effortless finding of The Other Ones crossing my path.  A brilliantly lighted string of  “Oh My Goodness” experiences interwoven in the fabric of my everyday life.  Breathtaking.  Yes, One One has  delicately and amazingly landed, showed up in the right place, at the perfect time, in the perfect way with no beats missed.  Actually, I think my heart may have skipped a beat or two and then re-started upon this new beginning.  My formal calendaring of this moment seems to be off a week, I’m still deciding “when” this happended.  Meanwhile, while reflecting on the One’s I am reminded of “fidning” my guitar or better yet how it found me.   I am reminded that today I got to jam a few of my grooves with an “out-of-the-blue” cellist I”found” and was mesmerized by the sound we produced.  It was exquisite to my ears.  I am also reminded of my chance meeting, suddenly “finding”  Me’shell Ndgeocello, today, at Amoeba Records.   She was there and I happened to be there.  She happened to tell me her birthday is 8/29 the same as Michael J’s because she saw a picture of him on my cell phone.  Another One meeting a One.  Defintely takes One to know One.  If I can easily recognize her as One, then I must be One.  Yes, it takes One to know One.  If I’m One then You’re Defintely One.  Really, eventually we ARE all One.  All One Right?  We are all the ONE One.

Deeply Profound

Something deeply profound is happening to me. I’m in a delightfully quiet space. This is unusual for me. I seem to be delightfully pleased with all that is in my life. The good and the bad. I am especially enamored with many people whom are I call true friend’s. True ralliers. Supporters of the Heart. Creatives need these types. Those who accept and love me as I am. In My Entirety. I can’t help that I see angels and the good in the most distressed of souls. Yet lately I have quietly accepted the fact that this is not most people’s reality.

So I make music and songs so that hopefully one day “they” will get to see what I see.

I deeply miss my angel brother Michael Joseph Jackson (1958-2009).  His heart and soul are so sweet

Blessinsg 2 U

NKECHI

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